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I was out for a hot Sabbatum afternoon run in July when I saw her. She was walking a dog in the field adjacent to where the jogging trail passed by the playground. She wore white short and a sleeveless red top. She was still a fox and her body was still mulct, just like it was back when we used to be a couple.

Her name was Helen of Troy and she had been one of the prettier girls in my senior high school. She had retentive brown hair, recondite brown eye and a soundbox that turned heads. She was a very nice and considerate person, but she intimidated a lot of guys in those days, including me, partially because of her exquisite looks, but mostly because her mother was an English teacher at our schoolhouse. In the springiness of our older year Helen and I acted in a school day gambol together and we hit it off. I found her very well-fixed to spill to with a neat sense of witticism. She was hot, but she didn't act like it. We dated the terminal several months of our older year and through our number one class of college. She went to a different schooling to get her nursing degree so we ended up going our furcate fashion. We were by this time in our twenties, and it had been over five years since I'd seen her.

"Helen ? Helen, is that you ?"I asked as I coasted to a check a few invertebrate foot away from her. The dog leaped toward me but she yanked back on the leash.

"down, Babs,"Helen said."volition ? holy smoke, I can't believe it !"

We shared a brief, sweaty hug and the dog was jumping up almost to my shoulders.

"This is Babs,"Helen said."She's a labourer Charles Taze Russell Terrorist. And not too well trained, I'm afraid."

"Is she your dog ?"I asked.

"No, she belongs to my mother. Mom lives right over there,"she said, pointing to the entrance to The Ridge, an upscale subdivision of prissy homes on fairly declamatory lots.

Her mother was Connie, my old side teacher. She was also a knockout, at least back in high school she had been. I guess she was still in her 1930s then, with a slim acrobatic soundbox, fuddled ass, firm tit and a beautiful smile. Most of the boys in school thought she was hot, and they all fantasized about her, and that helped crap Helen appear hands-off to many of them.

"How's Mrs. Connie doing ?"I asked.

"Okay, I guess. But it's Miss Connie now. She and my father split up a distich twelvemonth ago, but she's doing alright, just hates men nowadays. He was messing around with some trivial fancy woman at his study and got caught. So she nailed his ass in the divorcement and bought a nice house with a pool and a hot tub !"

"Is she still teaching ?"

"Oh yeah,"she said, laughing."Still in the like old schoolroom, same old program, and still setting adolescent boys'hearts a-flutter !"

"Well, you look good, Helen,"I said."Where are you living these days ?"

"All over the place,"she said."I'm a travelling nurse. I go to exercise at places where there are severe wet-nurse deficit, get paid well and get to see the world. I just got back from Last Frontier a couple of weeks ago ; I was there for six months. I'm staying with Mom for a few workweek now, and then I'm off to South the States !"

"South America ! Wow."

"Yep, Republic of Venezuela. I've been brushing up on my Spanish. How about you ? Where are you living ? What are you up to ?"

"Been selling medical equipment. It's been going pretty well. I bought a town menage overlooking the parkland, about a Admiralty mile from here."

"Oh, nice, we're practically neighbors ! We should get together while I'm here. And I'm sure Mom would love to see you."

I wasn't so sure about that. When I'd taken her classes, she seemed to like me a lot as a student and enjoyed my comments and mood. But after I started dating Helen she'd seemed to act colder toward me.

"sound like a peachy idea,"I said,"I'd love to. It will be fun to enamor up and see Miss Connie again !"

She told me the earphone number and I repeated it a few times so I wouldn't forget. She said to call the next day and I promised I would.
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When I called the next day Connie answered the phone.

"well, if it isn't the sparkling wit of Benjamin Franklin High !"she laughed."Helen said you might be calling. How are you doing, Will ?"

I gave her the legal brief update and then she told me that Helen was out but they wanted to bid me over for a cookout by the pool.

"How about Th even ?"she asked."Would that work for you ?"

"That would be very well,"I said.

"okey, then we're all set. amount over around six. We'll grill out by the pond, have some drinks, catch up on everything and then we'll have a pop quiz on Antigone !"

"Ugh,"I groaned, laughing.

"Okay, maybe not Antigone. How about Stevie Ray Sarah Vaughan ?"she laughed.

She had a decent laugh. It was cool that she remembered that I was into the Blues. And any coolness I had detected from her in the past was nonexistent.
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On Thursday at six p.m. I was knocking on their door. I held a twelve pack of beer in one hand and a bottle of wine-colored in the other, which made hugging awkward when Helen and Connie saw me in. So I put down the ware, gave them each a hug and thanked them for having me over.

They both looked ravishing. Helen's hair was in a ponytail and she wore unretentive jean cutoff and a tight, white t-shirt, her bronze arms and legs glowing in contrast and the lace of her bra contoured through the slender cotton of her shirt. Connie was foxier than ever, and even though she had to be in her forties she didn't look a day older than she had when I'd taken her classes eight and nine years before. Her muddied blond hair was light and slightly frizzed. She wore a flowery summer apparel hemmed above the knee joint, and her long legs and arms were beautifully toned and tanned.

I followed them through the house to the pool area out back. I put the beer on ice and grabbed one for myself. They each already had a methamphetamine hydrochloride of wine.

"You two look great !"I said, as we took butt on the patio."And girl Connie, you don't look a day older than when I was in high school."

"Oh, please,"she blushed."And, it's just Connie, now. We're not in schooling anymore !"

"O.K., Connie. But, I'm serious, you look groovy. You must be working out, you look in fabulous shape."

"Pilates, aerobics, I swim a minuscule and I've gotten into running. Helen said she bumped into you when you were running Saturday, so obviously you are still at it."

I had run cross country in high school day and college, and kept it up after graduation exercise, running airstream, Marathon, and even a duad ultra-marathons.

"Yes, I'm still at it. My positive degree addiction, I guess. It helps me justify my beer drinking !"I laughed, raising my bottle.

"You ran a few battle of Marathon if I remember correctly,"Connie said.

"I have,"I answered."I ran New York live on year. None in the program right now, though."

"I think that would just be an incredible accomplishment,"she said."I've run a few 10Ks, but I don't think I could ever run 26 knot !"

"Oh, if you can do a 10K,"I said,"You could do a marathon. It's all just a topic of committing to the preparation. There aren't any short cut of meat !"

"Maybe one of these Day I'll try it."

"You can do it. Like I said, it's really a matter of provision and education and not rushing it."

The night progressed with easy conversation between the three of us, burgers and chicken on the grill, potato salad and clavus on the cob. It was all delectable and I washed it down with a number of beers. At about a after part boulder clay ten Connie said she was going to wrench in and said her goodnights. She disappeared behind the French door that led into her professional sleeping room. Babs, who had been floating on a raft in the pocket billiards for most of the even, was right behind her.

Then it was Helen and me alone. We'd all been reminiscing throughout the night and we continued along those phone line, talking about the times we'd shared. We caught each early up on our personal aliveness and versatile gossip. I told her I hadn't been unplayful with anyone for over a year ; she was vague and just said that relationships wouldn't fit too well into her current living as a traveling nurse.

"You want to involve a swim ?"Helen asked me.

"I didn't bring my trunks,"I said.

"You still wear boxers ?"she asked.

I told her I did.

"You wearing them now ?"

I told her I was.

"That'll work !"she said."Go on, get in. I'll be back in a jiffy !"and she bounced into the house.

I took off my shirt and gasp and shoes and plunge in. In about lx second gear Helen reappeared through the doorway to the living room in a black bikini, strutted to the edge of the pool and walked down the steps into the shoal end. Her suit didn't leave much to my imagination. She had a cause of death torso and I admired every inch of it. On this hot summertime night the water was cool against my pelt, but I still felt a warm tingle down below. After a few hour of playful splashing around we sat on the pool step and continued our catching up. We sat close but we weren't touching.

"Remember the first time we went swimming together ?"she said.

"How could I ever bury ?"I said."You were so bad !"

I had dived into the pool at school day and the rush of water system had yanked my drown trunks right off of me. Helen grabbed them and had gotten out of the pool before I even came up for air. She pranced around with my luggage compartment laughing and I couldn't get out of the puddle for half an hr.

"You made up for it later, though. I forgave you."

"I remember,"she said, smiling. That night she gave me a cock sucking in the Sir Henry Wood near the fourth fairway at the world golf game course.

"Remember when you wanted to be a striptease artist ?"I said.

She laughed."Yeah, thank God that didn't employment out !"

"I think it worked out just fine,"I said.

This was right after we started dating. We were drinking at a company and were kidding around and talking about what we wanted to do for a sustenance when we got older, and somehow she said she thought it would be fun to be a sprigger. I told her that sounded swell, I'd like to look on her practice. So we went back to my house and down to the basement…my parents were out at some social event…and I put on some medicine. Soon Helen was swaying to the medicine and soon her blouse came off, and then her skirt as she grinded to the groove. Then she tossed her bra aside and was wearing cypher but her scanty, and my dick was hard as nails. Once she slid out of her pantie I couldn't control myself any longer and I slid in presence of her on my knee joint and started eating her hairy chaparral. I didn't know what the netherworld I was doing but by that time we were both so horny it didn't matter, and soon I was fucking her mental capacity out, our first off time together.

"Maybe for you !"she said."But I was in mortal care until I had my next period !"

"So was I !"I replied. We laughed about it. But it wasn't suspicious back then.

Soon we got out of the pool. Helen went to change and I got out of my wet Boxer and into my dry underdrawers. As we were saying goodnight I asked her if she wanted to get together and go out on Saturday night.

"will,"she said."You need to know, I'm really not matter to in getting into a relationship. And I'm only going to be here a couple more weeks…"

"I know that,"I said."Relax. But while you're here, why not ? Tonight was fun, don't you think ?"

She smiled and said yes, it was.

We agreed that I'd pick her up at seven and we'd fig out something to do.
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We went out Saturday and just winged it. We went to a local joint and had pizza and beer and talked, then hung out and listened to a guitar and freshwater bass duo play a set out on the terrace. When I took her home it was a tad awkward when I dropped her off.

"I don't know what to do !"I said, as we said goodnight.

"What do you think ?"she asked.

"Should I try to kiss you or not ?"

She burst out laughing."What do you need to do ?"

"Seems like a osculation would be appropriate,"I said.

"OK, go ahead, Romeo !"she said, puckered her lips, closed her heart and posed.

I laughed and pecked her on the corner of her mouth.
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A couple days later I was out running in the Lapplander arena where I had encountered Helen when she was walking Babs. While I was in my typical mid-run dissociative daydream I noticed another base runner approaching me from the opposite direction. It was an attractive woman, slim and gymnastic with a smooth, even stride. She was dressed in chickenhearted running shorts that clung to her upper legs and genital organ and a white undershirt that was sweat-plastered to her house knocker and waist. It was Connie.

She didn't recognise me as we closed in on one another so I ran off a few yards to the right wing and circled back around behind her. I caught up and started running beside her on her right.

"So Connie, you've started your marathon grooming already, I see !"I said.

She was startled and looked over at me and laughed.

"Oh, Will !"she said,"I didn't see you make out up. But uh, no, just out for a jog."

We chatted as we ran together for a couple miles. She asked me if Helen and I had had a serious sentence when we went out the other night.

"Oh, sure,"I said."We spent the night catching up and reminiscing and laughing about it all."

"So you won't be getting back together I take it,"she replied.

"Oh no, nothing like that. It would be hard to try to have a relationship on two different Continent !"

"Yes, I believe it would. And Helen of Troy hasn't had a sweetheart guy for several years and I think she prefers it that way."

As we ran, the topic of treatment became running. I asked if she was grave about running a marathon.

"I'm not sure. Do you really think I could ?"

"Sure,"I averred."Why not ? Many people in not nearly the form you're in have done it. As I said before, it's all about the training. If you plan it right, and do it right, you'll be prepared and be fine. And when you actually do it, you'll not only be in the best shape of your life history, but you will have done something that 99 % of the citizenry on Earth couldn't do !"

"What's the training like ? How long is it ?"she asked.

"Three or four months. The key is you have to get a long run in once a week."

"How long ?"

"You want to get it up to at least 20 miles."

"Ugh,"she groaned."twenty miles ? In the summer ?"

"You don't start with that, you build up to it. You can do 10Ks, that's a near base. Start with a long one of eight or nine miles and figure from there. In a couple of calendar month you'll be doing 20 plus."

"I don't know,"she said."Sounds complicated."

"It's a lot unsubdivided than Antigone !"I said, and she burst out laughing."But you can do it if you really want to,"I went on."You just have to commit to it and hold fast to it. It's not easy, but it's worth it for the feeling you'll have afterwards. If you want to do it, I'll aid you. I'll gearing with you."

"You would do that ?"

"Yeah, I'd be felicitous to. It will be fun."

By that time we had looped around the completely massive neighborhood to where I would cut off and head back toward my topographic point. I told her to guess about it and we said our goodbyes and jogged off in contrary directions.
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The meter was nearing when Helen of Troy would be flying off to Venezuela. I called her and asked if she'd like to get together once more before she took off. She said she couldn't because she was swamped with cookery and had agreed to fulfill with an old girlfriend Friday night before she flew out on Sat. She suggested that maybe I could derive along with her and her mother to the aerodrome Saturday morning. I agreed and she said to be at her mother's mansion at around 7:00 am to devolve on along.
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I stayed in Friday evening listening to some euphony and catching up on some reading. The telephone rang and I didn't bother to pick it up. It happened various time but no message was left. I figured it was after-dinner telemarketers looking for a sucker. Then at around 8:30 my bell rang ; reckon my surprise when I flipped on the porch light and opened the doorway and saw Helen standing there !

"Helen of Troy !"I exclaimed.

"May I come in ?"she asked.

"Sure,"I replied, pulling the doorway open wide."Is everything all right ?"

"nix's wrongfulness. I just need someone to tattle to, I guess."

She came into my living room and sat on the lounge. I asked her if she's like something to drink in and she asked if I had any vino. I'm not a wine toper but I told her I had a cheesy bottleful of something for use in a pinch. She said that would be fine so I went to the kitchen and returned with a glassful of merlot for her and a beer for myself.

"So, I thought you were going out with a friend tonight,"I said.

"I was…I did. It didn't go very well so I left. I called you but you didn't response. When I drove by her I saw your car so I rang your bell. I'm sorry to thrust ahead in…"She took a healthy gulp of her wine.

"It's okay."

"I'm gladiolus I didn't break up anything !"

We sipped our potable and sat through a thorny silence.

"Can I tell you something, Will ?"

"Sure. We could always say whatever we wanted to each early, you know that."

"I know. But there's something I never told you that I should have."

"Okay…"

"I don't want you to be mad, but remember when I was in nursing school day and our human relationship form of petered out all of the sudden ?"I nodded."well, I form of was involved with mortal else."

"Ah,"I said. As if it all made sense now, which of path it didn't.

"It's not what you think, Will. I wasn't running around on you or anything. It just form of happened naturally. It was with one of my classmates. Her public figure is Geri. That's who I met with tonight."

"There was another chanceful secrecy as I digested this news program update.

"Anyway, we became fan. I'd never had sex with another girl before. Geri had, but I hadn't, it was all new to me, and I couldn't get enough. We lived together, worked together, played together, studied together, catch some Z's together. It made everything else in life-time better ; I thought, so this is who I am ! Then after almost three years she dumped me for a man ! I caught her fucking him in our apartment."

"Oh, I'm sorry…"

"That's when I went into travel nursing. To get far away from it…from her. But it only helped to a certain extent. I just couldn't quite get over the hurt…the betrayal…the affront !"

I reached over and put my manus on hers. She gripped my hand and squeezed tight.

"I'm sorry to dump all this on you, Will."

"It's okay, it's okay."

"Anyway, that's who I met with tonight : Geri. I ran into her last week at the gym where Mom works out. It was awkward…really weird…but we chatted for a arcminute or two and she suggested we conform to for a boozing. So I thought okay, bury the hatchet and let water under the bridge be water under the bridge and all that, and I'm leaving tomorrow anyway but maybe I could finally extend to some kind of settlement and move on."

"So, what happened ?"I asked.

She took another gulp of wine and her glass was almost empty. I took her glass to the kitchen and returned with it refilled.

"So,"she continued, and took a deep breathing spell."She's now married to the guy. Then she starts talking about how her husband really wants to watch over her doing another chick, and since I was the hold up chick she was with, maybe I'd like to join them in the chemise. And she said that she wouldn't thinker seeing husband fucking another woman either, so what did I think, am I up for it, it would be fun. I mean, can you believe that ?"

"Oh, wow !"I said."What did you say to that ?"

She let out with a nervous jape."Well, I'm not proud of what I did, but I can't say I'm sorry about it either. I mean mother fucker, she made me find so contaminating, so cheap ; like some monkey in the zoo that they can watch and get themselves off !"She shivered and took another anxious sip of wine."I called her a fucking pussy, threw my boozing in her face and got up and walked out !"

"You did ?"

"I did !"

"All right, you go girl ! Touché !"

"I'm over that beef !"

Another meaning intermission ensued as we held manus and sipped potable. Then Helen put her drink on the board and turned her trunk to face me more than directly.

"Thank you for listening to me rant, testament,"she said with liquid eyes.

"You're welcome, you know that,"I said,"Anytime."I squeezed her hand again and she squeezed right back.

"Want a shock job ?"she said.

I almost fell off the couch when I heard that.

"What ?"I asked incredulously.

Helen started laughing."Bet you weren't expecting that !"

I told her I sure as infernal region wasn't.

"I'm sorry, Will, but I need to get laid ! When I left Geri tonight I was half-crazy ! She made me so damn mad…that she could be so damn smug after what she'd done to me and what I'd done to be with her ! I need to be with a man again, need to feel a man's cock again. I've wasted enough metre pouting and running away. So, it's either go peddle my ass on the street, or get to you—you're about the only man I know I can trust."

"But, Helen, you're leaving in the morning."

"I know, I know,"she said,"But I really postulate to get position tonight."She ran her deal up along my second joint and found my penis."It can be my going-away present."

"What has gotten into you ?"I asked.

"I don't know,"she said, then she stroked my solidification cock, and added,"But I want to get this into me !"

I think I was in a minor daze, and I wasn't sure if it was right, perhaps she was too vulnerable, but I also knew I couldn't turn this down.

I wasn't wearing a rap so she unsnapped my blue jean and unzipped me with minimal effort.

"Ooh, no underwear…"she cooed.

"wellspring, I wasn't expecting company,"I croaked.

"It's serendipity !"she said."You were the last man I had, and now you'll be the following. Then she went down on me.

She took my hammer into her oral cavity and my balls into her deal. She wasn't the most get SOB from what I could recall, but the familiar feel of her mouth and sass and tongue and finger swelled me to the max. I held her hair between my fingers as she gave me head word like she was bobbing for apples.

After several minutes she removed her mouth from my swollen member and raised her head to mine and kissed me. For the first gear time in five geezerhood I felt her silky tongue in my backtalk. She savagely sucked my tongue and clutched my cock in her hand. She was an Alpha missy, unlike the Helen I remembered.

"appearance me your bedroom !"she whispered.

All of my pent-up emotions had me jolly horny too. I couldn't remember ever being so totally, completely, erotically seduced. In my bedroom she whipped off her tops and bottoms and pulled my pants off as I unbuttoned my shirt. Then she lay on the bed and pulled me on top of her. She had my cock in her bridge player and yanked it to the entry of her trim pussy. She had red rose flower petal tattooed around her navel and a silver stud within.

"God, I'm wet !"she wheezed."God, I need to get !"

"No foreplay ?"I asked playfully, tickling her.

"Five years without is my foreplay !"she said.

I slid into her with zero resistor and felt her once-familiar wet heat surrounding my engorged cock.

"roll in the hay me, Will ! Fuck me tough ! I need to consume an orgasm and it's going to be a whacker !"

I pounded her like there was no tomorrow. I hadn't been with a cleaning woman for a patch so I was ready to erupt in about a bit and a half. She was milking me with her pussy bulwark as I drove my dick into her. Soon I could finger my rising tide of cum searching for release, seeking the path that led out. I grunted like a wounded croc when my semen rose through my steely jibe and blasted off inside Helen, roach after oily rope. I gradually slowed my rhythm as I emptied, easing into a gentler groove.

"Keep fucking !"Helen hissed.

With the taut, blood-hard skin of my putz now less strain, it slid easily in and out of Helen of Troy's wretched bliss. Her hands clutched my ass and her groin smacked into me trying to cajole a climax.

"Keep fucking me, Will !"

I started banging her harder, then harder, then harder still, and my putz returned to the come close firmness of harden sword. We were reelin'and rockin'and the bedposts a-knockin'! We kept this up for a while, each expelling croaky groan with each arduous thrusting. Then I felt myself nearing my moment coming. My tongue was fucking Helen's sass and my finger was in her ass, and I could feel the sweat on her font so I knew she was getting close. I could palpate another healthy dose of my cum preparing for liftoff, and soon it rose up and out of me, not as big as the first-class honours degree, but four or five solid twine jump off deep into Helen's juicy jackass. Within seconds she let out a high-pitched scream and started shaking and her warm rapids flowed downstream and out of her, soaking my spent putz and the bed beneath us. I rolled to her side and collapsed beside her with her spit in my mouthpiece and her vagina surrounding my cock and we stayed that way for a few long minutes as I gradually went limp inside her.

We must birth nodded off for a while. When I came to it was around 11:30 and Helen was getting dressed. As she made her finish touches and pulled on her shoes she noticed I was watching her and came over to the bed.

"Thanks, Sailor !"she said,"You have no approximation how much I needed that !"She bent down and gave me a ready kiss on the lip."Goodnight ; see you in the morning."Then she was out the door.

I lay in my bed, ruminating about my unexpected night. What the hell had happened ? I asked myself, ‘ Did I just fuck a lesbian ?'
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I was right on prison term the next morning. Connie greeted me with a big smile when she opened her threshold. She asked me into the kitchen for coffee while we waited ; she said Helen of Troy had gotten in kind of former and was moving variety of slow this morning.

We chatted briefly and then I noticed Helen of Troy's udder were packed and stacked in the dining room. I offered to take them out to the garage and pack the car. I was just finishing up when they both emerged from the house.

"Morning, will,"Helen said coolly, barely making eye liaison. She got into the breast passenger derriere, Connie was behind the wheel and I climbed into the back.

Not much was said in the car, but Helen kept stifling one oscitance after another.

"You tired, Helen ?"I asked.

"Yes I am. I didn't sleep too well,"she said.

"Maybe you can overhear some Z's on the plane,"I added. She said she hoped so. It was good to see that her family 5 orgasm the nighttime before hadn't taken too much out of her.

At the aerodrome we checked Helen's bags and then went as far as we could before saying our au revoir. Helen of Troy and Connie hugged and kissed and exchanged I-love-yous. Then Helen turned to me.

"Goodbye, testament. It's been nice seeing you again. Thanks for coming."I wasn't sure if she meant coming to the airport, or coming the night before. She kissed me on the cheek and turned, waved, and entered the business line to security.

We walked back out of the terminal and found the shuttle to take us back to Connie's car. On the ride home she told me that she'd thought it over and would like to take me up on my offer to train her through marathon training if I was still up for it. I told her, Absolutely, I was looking forward to it. And I'd not only be helping her, it would prompt me to train and to run another marathon too.

When we got back to her home, Connie took a calendar off the bulwark and we sat down at the kitchen table and I wrote out a training docket. I spread her usual weekly fuel consumption rate throughout the weekdays, and added a long run for each weekend, increasing the distance gradually week-to-week, to get her cook for a big wash in November. The race was in the city about an time of day away.

At this spot it was the end of July, so I mapped out a 15 week plan peaking with runs of 20, 20 and 21 miles in workweek 11, 12 and 13.

"What do I do the last-place two weeks ?"Connie asked.

"Eat, swallow and rest !"I said."You don't want to overtrain. If you're not gear up by then, it's too late."

We would embark on the future morning with an eight miler.
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Connie was a pretty good moon curser and had no trouble with the early training. We would run side by side, and because her instinctive pace was slower than mine, occasionally I would move out faster for a half mile or so and then double back and evenfall back in beside her. The endorsement calendar week we did nine air mile, the third week almost eleven. Our ritual soon became we would run together, all the while talking about just about anything that popped into our minds, then after the run a start in her kitty, then often she would make us lunch.

As two the great unwashed running many miles together, side of meat by side of meat, we covered many issue of conversation. I found Connie very easy to talk to. Our minds seemed to work the Saami way. I could say almost anything to her, no matter how esoteric or how ‘ out there'it would seem, and she would keep up and be decent there with me. And the same went for her, wherever her conversation went, whatever tangents she went off on, I was there.

I mentioned once that it puzzled me that when I had taken her category in high school she was always warm and friendly toward me, but when I was dating Helen she seemed cold and aloof. She admitted I was right-hand and that it was her trouble, not mine. She told me that was about the clip her marital problems were starting to pass, and also she didn't like the idea of any guy screwing her daughter.

For some ground I didn't expect my old English language teacher to talk like that, but when she did, I got a kick out of it. As we became more and more well-heeled with each other, I looked more and more forward to our workout.

She talked about Helen too, of course. She mentioned Helen of Troy's same-sex relationships ( plural ! I only knew about the one with Geri ) and how that took some getting used to at low. She said she didn't think Helen was gay, just open to things, and when a bunch of nurse went to schooling together, thing could befall. She told me also that she wondered if something might happen between Helen of Troy and me while she was home. I figured if Helen wanted her to know about our last night together she could recount Connie herself.

After about three or four workweek of training together our puff level had reached a level of come rest. Connie would sometimes rival me when she spoke, and I became less hesitating to stir her as well. When she completed the dozen miler, she was luxuriant and gave me a big hug and kissed my lips. After that our normal greeting and so long included a hug and a candy kiss. When we ate together her middle would lallygag on mine and her coy smile would dedicate my stomach butterfly stroke. My loins got butterfly too, despite our twenty year age difference.

That week I had used her privy off the pocket billiards after taking a swim and noticed her toilet had a wetting and would go along running off and on. I told Connie I would fix it for her, I just needed to go to the hardware store and get the replacement parts. She was very appreciative and started to dig into her bag and I told her not to vex about it, it would not be expensive and was an easy fix. She said maybe I would get a relieve dinner out of the hatful, then.

That afternoon I went to the hardware computer storage to buy the kit and took it back to her theater. By this time knocking on the door had become an unnecessary formality, so I walked in and found her in the kitchen.

"I'm cooking your dinner party, Will, so I hope you don't have plans ! lasagne ! Got to carbo load !"she called as I entered the room.

I swear she was trying to drive me screwball. She was wearing light frayed cut-offs and an untucked white tee shirt with no bra ! The cotton fiber fabric hugged her teat like wet tissue and drew my eyes like magnets. I know she caught me looking and I went off to fix the toilet with half a hard-on.

In the privy I got down to crop. It was a small-scale room and I had to deform myself in different form and anatomy but I removed the backbone of the john tank. But Babs wanted to assist and was getting in the way so I had to lock up her out so I could get the new division installed. She whimpered for a couple arcminute but then must feature smelled lasagne because she sauntered off. In another XV minute of arc I was done, and when I turned the water back on and flushed a couple of times, with minor adjustment it was working like new.

I went back to the kitchen and the lasagna was in the oven and Connie had mixed a pitcher of vodka martinis. We went to sit by the pool with our drinks. Babs hopped onto her raft.

We sipped and chatted for the next time of day or so. We talked about running, about book of account, about her commandment and the problems with kids these day. We ate delicious lasagna and green salad, then had a nightcap by the puddle. After a while I felt I should leave, and not overstay my welcome, even though I didn't want to. As we sat in the soft Light Within, I looked at Connie's visibility and the insidious rising and falling of her tit with each breath, her sublime bare nipples snug within her shirt, and the beauty of her tanned, hybridize peg, and I swear the mentation of her being twenty geezerhood elderly might as well have been twenty Clarence Shepard Day Jr., because I believe I was falling in love.

Connie saw me to the threshold to say goodnight.

"Thank you for fixing the crapper, will,"she said."I had no estimation you were such a handyman !"

"Oh, I'm okay in the lav !"I said."But I'm better in some of the early suite around the family !"

In the dim lighting I could see a twinkle in her eye and a sly scroll to her lip.

"Oh, you are, are you ?"she said.

"I think so. If you have any early chore that need care, just let me know."

We stared at each other for a bit. I knew she was feeling something too, I just didn't know what. I leaned to her and kissed her full on her mouth. I sensed a legal brief ohmic resistance, but I put my arm behind her dorsum and pulled her to me. My backtalk parted, and although she hesitated, soon hers did the Saami and our tongues frolicked and I tasted her for the first time. She was kissing me too, and enjoying it, but her arms stayed by her side. When we finally parted I kept arms around her waist.

"Uh, oh,"Connie said."What was that ?"

"Something I've wanted to do for a piece,"I said.

"Will, we shouldn't…you were a bookman of mine…"

"That was a farseeing clip ago."

"But you're the same age as my girl !"

"So what ? You deserve a little young hooey !"I said, and performed a little shambling terpsichore in front line of her.

She laughed and shook her head.

I kissed her again and her rim didn't delay as much this fourth dimension, our mouths meshed and our natural language twirled in a sexy ballet, a tenacious one, and I felt her weapon system around me.

When we broke the snog our eyes were locked as we said goodnight.

‘ No woman could kiss a man like that and not experience something !'I thought to myself.
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I fell asleep thinking about her. When I woke in the morning my cock was severe than I could ever remember, it ached, and I jerked off thinking about her. But I began to palpate pangs of guilt. Had I taken our new found comfort and comfort stratum for granted and gone over the line ? I thought I'd read her signals correctly and responded appropriately but her hesitancy was bothersome.

I called her on the phone that afternoon but missed her. When she called me back that evening I began with an apology.

"Connie, about go night,"I said."I'm sorry if I went a lilliputian too far. It was a wondrous nighttime and I don't want to sleep with things up. Please accept my apology."

"Don't apologize, testament,"she said,"Because you didn't do anything amiss. I love the way you look at me, and I was sending pool stick too, I was asking for it. But when we finally, actually kissed like we did…I retrieve a lot of things hit me all at once and it kind of frightened me."

"What things ?"

"well, primarily our ages. It's not that I'm not tempted, but twenty long time is a big difference."

"Hey, your ex- has a Brigham Young squeeze, you should have one too !"I said, to lighten things up.

She laughed, but added,"Okay, but that's not all. You're a erstwhile student…"

"That was days ago ! Think of me as your trainer !"

"…And then there's Helen of Troy. You're her friend, you're her age. You used to engagement her for God's sake !"

"Connie, Helen is a mature adult, I am for sure she…"

"I know, will, I know. Like I said, you didn't do anything ill-timed. I wanted it to happen. It's just a lot to think about."

She went on to tell me that she would be leaving the next morning for back-to-school instructor orientation and would be gone until Friday night.

"I hope you'll get your training runs in !"I said.

"I will, jitney, I promise,"she said,"And I'll be ready for our 13-miler on Saturday !"

"good. And maybe this workweek you'll have the metre to think about what other suite in your firm might need my odd-job man serve !"I said.

She chuckled and said,"Oh, I know of one already. That's voice of my problem."
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"Good morning ! I hope we can ticktack the rain !"Connie said when she greeted me Sabbatum morning with a quickly kiss.

"It'll make us run faster !"I quipped.

It was cloudy and warm with a 70 % probability of rain. The air was slurred with humidity and we were both already breaking sweat before we even finished stretching.

As we ran we talked about many different things as we usually did, but we didn't touch the guinea pig of ‘ us ’, and I felt a tenseness in the vibe that I figured would stay with us until we did.

After a few international mile we were drenched in sweat and our running apparel were matted to our soundbox. When we reached the spot where I had stashed our water bottles we stopped for a flying deglutition. My shorts were drenched and clung tightly to the bulge between my legs. Connie must have noticed, the same way I observed her orange underdrawers hugging her sweaty cameltoe.

At around eleven miles I asked her how she was feeling and she said she felt pretty adept. I told her I was going to extend out a little for the close couple mi, and did she mind ? She said, ‘ No, let's do it !'So I picked up the pace and we took off together.

Our final two miles were run at a promptly pace, firm than what Connie was accustomed to, but she stayed right with me. When we slowed to a walk after our thirteen miles I was ecstatic and told her how proud I was. Without thinking I wrapped my arm around her sweat-soaked waist and kissed her buttock, and we walked arm in arm for a few steps. When we walked onto her patio from the incline of the house, she went through the gate before me and I shook my straits in wonderment of how the limpid fabric of her shirt was plastered to her slim waist and her boxers that looked like an Orange River rouge job on the fracture of her ass.

Connie went into the house, and as had become my usance after our runs, I entered the kitty sphere, peeled off my shirt, horseshoe and sock and jumped into the pool wearing only my track shorts. I swam and paddled around a piffling, enjoying the smell of the cool pee on my hot skin, easing my spent satisfaction after a arduous run. I took off my drawers, wrung them out in my manus, and placed them on the terrace at the lip of the pool, where I could easily retrieve them to put them back on. After a couple more overlap I swam over to the pool stone's throw and sat on the tail stair in the chest-high water and relaxed.

In a few minutes Connie came out through the French doors from her bedchamber with Babs right field hindquarters. She walked over and opened the logic gate to let Babs out for a flying pee. She looked like a model in a flowing one-piece black, backless swimsuit that promoted all of her bend. Without looking at me ( but knowing I was watching her ) she strutted over and picked up my running shortstop and took them over to the wall and pay heed them on the towel wheel. Then she dive into the deep end.

She came up for air and stood in pee up to her shoulder joint and looked at me for the first time. With a impish smiling on her face she slid her hands over her shoulders, freeing them from the melanise spaghetti straps of her suit. With her helping hand submerged and a twist and tour of her body she removed her bathing suit and threw it over by the towel stand. We were both now naked in her pool.

"If you get to skinny-dip,"she said,"So do I."

She swam over and we embraced and without hesitation her sass covered mine with her tongue leading the way. Her weapons system surrounded me and I maneuvered her onto the dance step beside me. Facing each other, kissing deeply and with my mitt exploring her, I wrapped my pegleg around her and pulled her as finale as I could. I felt her teat against my chest of drawers and the configuration of her sweet ass in my hands. Her bridge player grasped my dick, still somewhat soft in the cool body of water, but growing fast.

"I thought about this all hebdomad !"she murmured.

"I think about it all the time !"I replied.

There was a meretricious thunderbolt from a remote lightning bolt and rainwater began falling. Our wet work force roamed our wet organic structure and our glossa did a rain dance.

"relocation up here,"I said softly, and lifted her up to sit on the top step, the control surface of the water just below her waist.

With volition of its own my mouth explored Connie's neck opening and shoulders, and she sighed loudly when I reached her delightful breasts. Her tit, already perked up by the cool kitty, grew harder between my teeth and she moaned when I sucked them into my mouth.

It started to rain harder and in unison with another scissure of boom I felt Connie's house grasp strengthen around my hardening cock.

I lowered myself before her, kissing her tit, her stomach, her navel. I put my hired hand on her buttocks and lifted, and with her gorgeous, neatly-groomed pussy right at the water line, I buried my side into her.

"Oh, my God !"she moaned.

My rima oris explored her aegir, open slash and I sucked on her lips and part them with my tongue. Her salty tang, sloshed with atomic number 17, made for a tasty sugariness and morose cocktail. I squeezed her ass cheeks and sucked her swollen clit into my mouth.

"Oh, Jesus…"

The rain started coming down in pelter, hard pellets pounding us on the shoal steps and poking deep dimples into the airfoil of the pool. Her hands clutched my head and she pushed her pussycat into my face and her clit delved deeper into my mouth. She groaned as my lips massaged her.

There was another roar of roar and a major gust of wind blew the Tree sideways in the backyard. A potted palm blew over, scaring the whoreson out of Babs, who then headed for book binding under a waiting room chair. The rainfall was coming down as hard as I could remember, hammering into my back like safety bullet train, but with Connie's severe meat in my mouth, her firm fingers guiding my head into her grinding groin, and my cock long and crocked, I hardly noticed.

I looked up at Connie and she had a serious, concentrated facial expression on her typeface, like she was deep into a enchantment. Her tomentum was matted down against her scalp and her mammilla were large and hard. She rocked back and forth, to and fro, over and over, fucking my face. Then her trunk quaked, and she shook and shivered from oral sex to toe and she let out a shriek.

"Oh my God, Will…"

It was severe to recite from my situation, with my mouth immersed in a bathetic embracement of cunt and pool water, but she must have got dumped a healthy dose of her jizz into the pool.

Next she pulled my haircloth toward her and my oral sex followed. She sucked my spit deep into her mouth and wrapped her fingers around my set up staff. The difficult rain continued to poke us and soak us and powerful gusts rattled the Tree and bush. Babs barked with each smack of thunder.

"God, I've never been eaten like that !"she said with a razzing."I've never come so arduous !"

"That's my Connie-lingus !"I said.

"Well, anytime you want to practice…"

"I'd erotic love to practice…"

"I want you inside,"Connie said.

"What, inside the house ?"I asked.

"No ! Inside me !"she hissed, and pulled my inflated pole into her sharp-set hole.

I entered her and found the calm air in the midst of the storm. A mystical, magical fit of voiceless rooster, hot twat and cool urine. I pumped her, aiming for the back of her, but holding her ass carefully in my hands to kick upstairs her above the cement surface of the whole tone, not wanting to braise her beautiful back. She surrounded my neck with her arms, buried her natural language in my sass, and swung herself into me, absorbing my length with every thrust.

We were fucking up a storm. She moaned when I slipped my middle finger into her ass for a better handle, and I felt the hot, firm pressure of her motherfucker. I wiggled my finger's breadth deeper inside her and she squinched her ass in reply.

Her left manus moved down to my ass and I felt her finger sliding board in. We were then both totally entered into each other, hammer, tongues, finger, and we banged with abandon, loving each other as the tempest raged above us.

Beneath a piercing crack of skag I came, and with multiple expulsions released my germ into Connie. We stayed inside of us, fingers, tongues and hammer, kissing, and molded together as the violent storm gradually subsided.

"Let's go into the house,"Connie said after a few minutes."I have another job for my handyman."

"You do ?"I asked.

"Yes. In my bedroom."
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"I want to suck you,"Connie said.

The tempest had finally abated into a gentler, truelove rain, and we had toweled off and were in her bed, our consistency enwrapped. Babs was justly beside us, looking the other way.

"My English teacher gives blow caper ?"I said."ambition come true !"

"Hard to believe, I know ! It's been a while, so I hope it's worth it,"she said, and went down.

It felt like a dreaming. She immediately took nearly of me into her mouth and I massaged her scalp with my digit, pulling her head conclusion and easing as much shaft into her mouth as I could. I arched my back and gently swayed my jetty in an effort to finger as often of her mouth as I could. She milked my Ball with one hand and squeezed my ass face with the former, coaxing, her mouth, hired hand and my heavy John Rock pecker working in unison like an anoint machine.

For someone who claimed to be rusty, she could have fooled me. She used her mouth masterfully, her embouchure firmly cushioning my tumefy instrument, blowing me like a virtuosic windplayer, giving head with the Lapplander passion she had shown when teaching the classics. She said it had been a while, and she was definitely enjoying having cock in her mouth.

Soon her consistence was atop mine and as she rammed her tongue into my mouth she fed my slimed dick into her wet cunt. Up and down on top of me she went, in and out, fucking me, and the room filled with the sounds of our groans, the creaking bed and the wet slapping of our private parts. My older lover fucked like a goddess.

"God, I needed this !"Connie said when she took her mouth off mine, still fucking."The whole thirteen naut mi this morning, I was thinking about this !"

She let out a high-pitched ‘ Oh God ! ’, and I felt her warm, wet thrill flowing out of her, soaking my balls and thighs. I rolled on top of her as she shrieked and I pounded my meat into her, time after time until I felt my cum rise up and catapult into her, spasm after spasm. When our throes abated we lay together, kissing, and feeling our torso meld.

We must let nodded off for a time after a half-marathon run and our muscular sex, and when my eyes opened she was smiling at me. I kissed her.

"Hold me,"she said."I want to sense your implements of war around me."

I scooted finale and she turned her back and I was behind her, weapons system wrapped around and spooning her. Soon my hands were wandering over her slopped, sonsy pulp and my sassing was traversing her auricle and cervix and shoulders. She cooed with my kiss and my cock grew hard again against the crack of her ass. I felt her arm wrapping back around her body and her hand found my cock. Her weight shifted slightly and her peg spread just enough so that she could point me into her warm, capable catch. My rightfield mitt found her clitoris, and her finger joined mine, directing, teaching me how she liked it. Her hand on top of mine, we massaged her enlarged love clit together, her yearning and my learning, as I fucked her from tooshie.

We slow-fucked for a few arcminute as I kissed her neck and whispered filthy nothings in her ear. Then we both came once more, less cacophonous than our former coming, but by then we both realized that our consistence were spent, from running, from fucking, and from not having eaten anything.

We showered and then Connie drove me rest home so I could put on some clothes and then we went out to a pub for a late lunch of sandwiches and a few beers. Now that we were lovers there was no tension and conversation flowed easy and was full of laughs and sexual innuendo and the things we were going to do to each former in bed. After our second pitcher she leaned over and said to me softly that she wanted to go home base because she wanted to go down on me again and she wanted me to come up in her mouth.

I spent the rest of the weekend with her and most of it was spent making honey in various ways. Connie was insatiable.
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Our passion life took on a bit : Mon through Fri was piece of work, her with her students, teaching and grading papers, and me with my job. During the week we'd talk on the phone, usually about that workweek's running and how corneous we were and how we were going to tear each other up that next weekend. The weekends would include our prospicient Saturday morn run and then two days of sucking cock, eating kitty, and finding new slipway to fuck. And new office ! I fucked her in the pool, in the hot tub, in the cascade, on the storey, on the kitchen counter. Connie was very uninhibited sexually, a pleasant surprise and not what I would ingest expected from my old English language instructor. She had a colourful vocabulary too, although many of her words were not ones she used in class.

The first couple weekends we were so hungry for each former we had to fuck before we went on the run, but then of course of action our stage were dig and we didn't feel like running, although we forced ourselves. We knew we would bed some more when we were done, so that helped motivate us.

Each weekend we'd take our yearn run, 15 then 17 then 19, then 20 Roman mile, make have a go at it all afternoon and then go out to dinner. At initiative Connie was a little self-conscious going out because she thought mass would think she's my female parent or something. I said ‘ Hogwash ’, you look at least ten years unseasoned and your consistency is killer, we'll just kiss or hold a mitt every now and then and masses will get the message. And then maybe I won't have to vex about early younger guys hitting on you.
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The weekend of the marathon finally arrived. We drove to the backwash on Friday, the night before the raceway and had reserved a way in a hotel not too far from the starting telephone line. We had pasta and beer for dinner…the end of our three day carbo-load…and tried to get to bed early but sopor would not come up. I performed Connie-lingus and fucked her hard to help us get to sleep.

In the first light we were up early and off to the wash. We left our stuff in the way because we had booked two nights. Hopefully Saturday dark would be a celebration !

The weather was almost nonesuch for a marathon. Partly cloudy, temperature in the mid-50's and only a slight breeze. rightfield before the starting gun we kissed, and were off.

We ran side by slope for the first few miles, then I said I needed to pick up my pace. She said no problem, let's go. I did, and she stayed with me. I warned her to postulate it easy and told her about my first marathon, when I had felt great at five sea mile, pushed my pace and paid the price at about 22 miles, when I hit the bulwark and the terminal four nautical mile felt like forty, pure hell.

We ran together. Slower than I wanted, perhaps quicker than Connie preferred, but we finished together, hand in hand.

triplet hr and forty-two minutes, sixteen indorsement. We were rapturous. For Connie to run such a good prison term on her beginning Marathon was incredible to me. We went out for beer and pizza and then hurried back to our elbow room and jumped into bed. We sixty-nined ourselves into ferocious coming and both swallowed a load of cum. We were tired of course, and had no trouble drifting off to sleep.

I was awakened at about four o'clock by Connie stroking my erection. My eyes opened to see her face ending and she was staring at me. We were lying on our sides, face to face, and we kissed. Connie maneuvered her physical structure closer and slipped my stiffly rod into her wet and ready love glove.

"I need you again !"she said softly.

With my stopcock safely imbedded in her tender cunt, I rammed my finger up her ass for the best possible bobby pin and plunged my lingua into her mouth. On our position we rocked back and Forth River, reaching again for the ultimate coming. She rolled on her back and pulled me on top. We both broke into sweat suit, and amid yell of rapture we fucked ourselves finisher and closer to our euphoric close.

Afterward, with my cock still inside her, Connie squeezed it with the muscles of her twat.

"I'm meaning,"she said softly.

I damn near fell out of the bed. My heart must take looked like saucers. She smiled at me.

"I swallowed hard and asked,"You're what ?"

"Pregnant. I've known for a week or so but I wanted to wait until after the slipstream to assure you."

There was a confused quiet for a forgetful time. I had no estimation what to say.

"Am I the Father-God ?"I asked.

Dumb question. She smacked me upside my oral sex with a spare pillow, but she still had a grinning on her face.

"I'll pretend you didn't ask that question !"she said. She wrapped her paw around my cock."And this penis is the only when one I've been close to in a hanker time !"she added.

"How…"

"It must consume happened that firstly weekend,"she said."The week I went to the preference I decided I was going to have sex with you. I got back on parturition command right away. But I must have messed up somehow."

"How do you feel about it ?"I asked.

"Good,"she said."I was shocked at first off, but I'm okay with it. We're going to throw a sister ! How about you, will ?"

"Wow, scary,"I said."I don't know what to say. I'm in jounce, I guess."

"Any questions ?"she asked, with my peter still in her hand.

"Uh, I'm sure there will be…"

"We can still have sex. The Doctor of the Church said it was okay."

"Well, that's honest. You're such a great screw I'd have a hard time giving that up !"

She laughed and said,"We don't have to. You just need to get a penis reduction."

"A what ? !"

"A penis decrease. It's a dim-witted outpatient procedure ; you just need to take off a couple of inches. You know, for refuge. I set you an appointment for next Thursday."

I must have had a petrified look on my face. Connie burst out laughing and it was my round to thwack her with the pillow.

"I'm going to penalise you for that !"I said."That was cruel !"We were both laughing.

"Oh really ? What variety of punishment ?"

"I'm going to butt-fuck you."

"Oh, promises, promises."

I spent the next few minute of arc caressing and kissing her breadbasket. Soon my mouth was sucking her delicious clitoris.

I told her I loved her. She said she loved me. We made love again.
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I practically moved in with her. We slept together every night. I coddled her. I massaged her. I kissed her still-flat belly. We made love often, but I took it light and went slow. I was afraid. I didn't want to break out anything.

My judgement was a fuzz. Every day was a fuzz. What was happening ? My psyche raced with questions and doubts. Was I up for this ? What variety of forefather would I be ? Should we get married ? Am I gear up to get married ? If we did, how could I be a stepfather to a girl I used to sleep together ? Can I handle this ?

I was in dear and scared shitless.
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grace was upon us. Connie insisted on cooking a big meal, but I told her no, she's pregnant, she has to take it well-off. She said no way, she's only a twosome of months, and she wants to do it, and besides, Helen is coming home for the holiday. She said that Helen of Troy could only get a few days off for one holiday, Thanksgiving or Christmas. But since so many of the very religious locals in South US wanted off at Christmas, Helen of Troy would consume to act upon, and she would be coming abode for Thanksgiving.

Connie had mentioned a couple of clock time about how we should damp the news of our relationship to Helen. Now with her gestation, it had blossomed into an even more stressful event.

Helen of Troy was flying in on Midweek night. Connie thought it dear that she pick up Helen of Troy at the airport by herself, take her home, bewitch up, and she could enjoin her about our preparation, the backwash, and our relationship. And I would come over for Thanksgiving dinner and we would assure her the rest together.
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Helen's flight was hour deep, she finally landed after midnight. Helen was burned out and she and Connie didn't have much time to catch up. They went to bed and slept late ; when they awoke, they attacked the job of spread preparation together.

I arrived at about three p.m. When Connie opened the room access she gave me a barely detectable headshake, telling me she hadn't told Helen anything. okeh, here we go, I thought.

In the kitchen Helen said hello, and embraced me warmly. She kissed me on the lips.

"gladiola you're here,"she said.

We had a big dinner party, and it was a savoury feast. Beautifully cooked, maximally ingested, and we cleaned up as a team.
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We had drinks afterward. We were seated by the pool.

"Helen, I have to recount you something,"Connie said.

"All right, what ?"Helen said coldly. She didn't spirit at me.

"It's about Will…"

"You're fucking him, aren't you…"

"No ! Well yes. We trained for weeks for the marathon…we fell in love…"

"Fell in dear, oh give me a gaolbreak !"Helen croaked.

"We did…"

"Oh, please…"

"It just happened !"I interjected.

There was a pregnant pause of a few moments.

"It just happened ?"

"Yes,"I said.

There was another long silence.

"I'm pregnant,"Connie said softly.

Helen's student dilated and her eyelids peeled back."You're pregnant ? Oh my God, who's the father ?"

"fountainhead, testament of course !"Connie said.

"Oh no, you are pregnant with testament's baby ?"

"Yes."

Helen explosion into unruly tears and sobbed for a solid minute. We were helpless. Finally the crying subsided enough for Connie to speak to her.

"Honey, what's the matter ?"she said.

"You're fraught with Will's baby,"Helen said.

"Yes."

Another fierce storm of teardrop flowed from Helen's eyes.

"So am I !"Helen cried, along with her shrieks of pain.

Connie turned her head and stared at me. Her eyes were upset inhuman daggers.

"Oh poop !"I thought to myself. The simple life I'd been living had just officially become very complicated.
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The end